Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 390 Grind, Grind, Grind

A big fire could burn the corpses to ashes, but the fire was getting more and more fierce. The two men hurried down the mountain and found the horses that were pacing back and forth because of the fire.

Zhao Wumian untied his cloak to wrap around his purple robe, mounted his horse and rode away from the fire.

"drive!"

Zhao Wumian squeezed the horse's belly lightly. Although he had used the Immortal Transformation Technique which made his injuries more serious, his posture was upright at this moment. From a distance he looked very energetic. He rode away like a free and easy wanderer who had caused a terrible disaster.

But strictly speaking, it was indeed a disaster that horrified everyone... Killing the royal family of Nanzhao was fine, the winner will be the king, the loser will be the bandit, but burning their ancestral graves was too much.

But at the moment he was the one who had the final say in Nanzhao, so it was no big deal. He could just send someone to draft an edict for Nanzhao to briefly summarize what Jiuli had done.

"The Jiuli Underground Palace cannot be completely burned down with just one fire, but we can't just leave it empty like this. Tomorrow I will ask Han Yongliang to send some people to guard it..."

While Zhao Wumian was talking, Zi Yi, because of the posture she took when she came down the mountain just now, sat in his arms. Her hands tightly clasped the bottles and jars in her arms, and her chin rested on his shoulder, like the sleeping Guanyin.

Zi Yi didn't pay attention to these details for the time being. Her beautiful eyes reflected the raging fire that was gradually getting farther away. She felt inexplicably excited in her heart.

This is how you make your way in the world.

She withdrew her gaze, turned sideways, stuffed the bottles and jars in her arms into the saddle belt, freed her hands, raised her hands and pulled her cloak. Although there was no one around, she still wrapped herself more tightly.

Whoosh————

A strong wind mixed with a few sparks floating in the air brought the sound of horse hooves across the wilderness.

No matter how good a horse is, it is impossible to ride it steadily. It will shake back and forth. If Zhao Wumian had not put one hand around her waist, she would have been shaken down.

But at this moment, in the bumpy ride, the two of them hugged each other tightly, and their bodies were about to separate but then suddenly get close again, back and forth.

It didn't hurt, but I didn't know if it was because of the rain, but Zi Yi always felt a little sticky.

Zi Yi was not like Shen Xiangge, she was not that relaxed, a trace of uneasiness appeared in her eyes, she whispered: "Slow down... let me change my position..."

Zhao Wumian felt dizzy in front of his eyes. He knew that he was not in good condition, so he looked around intently to prevent any sneak attack from anyone. When he heard the words, his spirits suddenly lifted.

"I've often heard other girls say that to me."

Zi Yi frowned and asked in confusion: "You also ride horses with them? It seems that your horsemanship is not good."

Seeing that Zi Yi had no experience and couldn't understand the dirty talk at all, Zhao Wumian didn't go any further and let go, allowing Zi Yi to twist her body.

When Zi Yi turned around, the long white legs under the cloak flashed past Zhao Wumian's eyes, extremely eye-catching in the night. The only remaining bit of skirt could not completely cover it, and it just reached the perky curves of the hips and thighs.

Miniskirt... Zhao Wumian thought that when he returned to the capital, he could ask the sisters in Jinxiufang to help sew one or two.

Zi Yi was wearing white underwear. She was frightened too much in the underground palace just now and was sweating. The underwear tightly wrapped around her buttocks, bulging where it should be bulging and tightening where it should be tight...

Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze, placed his hand on Ziyi's lower abdomen, and pulled her cloak tighter.

"Why are you so anxious that you even tore your skirt..."

"I'm showing it to you, not to others. If you burn all these treasures, I won't be able to sleep for months."

Although Zi Yi felt embarrassed, she certainly didn't care much about giving benefits to her lover. She leaned in Zhao Wumian's arms and asked sideways:
"Do I have nice legs?"

"nice."

"I won't let you touch it even though it's beautiful." Zi Yi snorted, in a good mood, and kicked the bottles and jars in the saddle bag with the calf under the cloak.
"When I have thoroughly improved the Dragon Transformation Gu, I will give you these treasures to use. Wow, you will be stronger than dragons and elephants and can shake mountains with your hands. Your skin will be like dragon scales and invulnerable to swords and spears. Look forward to it!"

"You are so nice to me." Zhao Wumian said sincerely.

When he was in the capital, he would always receive poison pills sent to him by Zi Yi every now and then. Zhao Wumian always felt that Zi Yi gave too much to him, while he gave too little to her.

It is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman.

Zi Yi raised her hand and held her arm, stroking it up and down as if to wipe away the goose bumps, her tone inevitably carrying a hint of shyness,
"Why are you saying such disgusting things to me? You have no shame..."

She pursed her pink lips, raised her hand to gently tuck the hair beside her ears, and then used her small hand to tidy up the hair on her forehead. But after waiting for a while, Zhao Wumian didn't reply, so she was slightly stunned and looked back.

On horseback, Zhao Wumian held the reins in one hand and hugged Zi Yi's belly with the other, but he seemed to have closed his eyes and nodded his head repeatedly, as if he was dozing off.

But how could Zhao Wumian doze off? He was about to fall into a coma after using the Huaxu Immortal Technique!

"Zhao Wumian!?"

Zhao Wumian's head went limp and hit Zi Yi's shoulder. His body tilted and fell to the side, and he was about to fall off the horse. Zi Yi quickly supported him and turned over and got off the horse.

She was so anxious that her face was filled with panic. She did not bother to go back to Dali first. She looked around and could only find a wheat field. She smoothed the wheat for Zhao Wumian to lie down, unbuttoned his robe, took out the acupuncture tool bag from her sleeve, and prepared to help Zhao Wumian stabilize his injuries on the spot.

The wheat was growing well and was already half a person's height. When Zhao Wumian came over, Zi Yi also squatted down and looked from outside, but they could no longer see the two of them.

The thousand-mile horse watched the two people disappear in the wheat field under the moonlight, but did not rush in with them. Instead, it lowered its head and looked for grass to eat on the ground.

In the wheat field, although Ziyi was panicking, her little hands were not slow in giving acupuncture to treat the patient.

Although Zhao Wumian was seriously injured, it was all the backlash caused by using the Huaxu Immortal Technique. Zi Yi was experienced and did what he could skillfully in no time. The rest had to be borne by Zhao Wumian himself.

But despite saying this, Zi Yi still couldn't hide his panic on his face, and he didn't know when Zhao Wumian would wake up.

From time to time, she raised her head and looked around, but she didn't even know what she was looking at. It was purely an instinctive reaction due to her confused mind.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Zhao Wumian had not woken up yet, Ziyi bit her lower lip, lowered her head and prepared to help Zhao Wumian onto the horse and return to Dali for the time being.

But she found that Zhao Wumian's hand moved slightly, and he passed through the cloak, climbed up her calf, and gently stroked it.

"You!" Zi Yi was so angry that she laughed. "The first thing you do when you wake up is to touch my legs?"

Zhao Wumian opened his eyes and said honestly: "It's right next to me, I can't help it..."

Zi Yi rolled her eyes, slapped Zhao Wumian's hand away, stood up, and said unhappily:

"Go back as soon as you wake up. I want to read Zhu Jiutian's notes overnight and make this Dragon Transformation Gu as soon as possible."

But Zhao Wumian did not get up, still lying in the wheat field, "You come and go in a hurry, why are you always in such a hurry...stay with me for a while?"

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and pressed down Maizi beside him, motioning Ziyi to lie down with him.

Zi Yi pursed her lips. How could she not be anxious? She was different from the others...

"Are you free?" Zi Yi hugged her chest, looking like she was still angry with Zhao Wumian, with a fierce expression.

"Just wanted to spend some time with you."

Zi Yi's slightly fierce expression paused, and he muttered, "After all, he is still the dignified Marquis Wei Ming. It's so dirty to just lie down in the wheat field..."

Having said that, she still hesitated a little, raised her hand to hold her cloak, and slowly sat down beside Zhao Wumian, bending her legs and hugging her knees.

"It's very comfortable to lie down, and it smells like autumn."

"This girl thinks it's dirty."

"Then lie on me?"

"You can only use this trick to deal with two innocent girls, Miss Su and Chaoyan."

After that, neither of them spoke again.

The rain had stopped long ago, and the evening breeze was blowing. The wheat on both sides swayed gently in the wind. Looking at the wheat out of the corner of my eye, I could see traces of the wind.

Zi Yi thought that Zhao Wumian was going to do something bad to her, but unexpectedly, Zhao Wumian had a calm expression, staring at the night sky, looking very comfortable.

"Don't you want to talk to me about something?" Zi Yi asked curiously.

"It's quite comfortable to be with you. I don't think I need to find a topic to talk about..."

Zhao Wumian broke off a piece of wheat straw and put it in his mouth, looking like an unruly playboy. As he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Zi Yi.

“Is he handsome?”

Zi Yi raised his hand and pulled out the straw, then pointed his finger at Zhao Wumian's forehead and taught him a lesson:

"It's been exposed to the wind and sun, and has been crawled over by countless bugs. It's terribly dirty."

Zhao Wumian laughed, broke off a straw and started to hold it in his mouth, which made Zi Yi so angry that she turned her face away and ignored him.

Seeing that Zhao Wumian really had no intention of chatting, Zi Yi's nerves gradually relaxed. She didn't know when she was lying in the wheat field with Zhao Wumian, staring at the stars in the sky.

The evening breeze blew from Zi Yi's direction, allowing Zhao Wumian to smell the faint fragrance on her body.

Zi Yi didn't think the stars and the moon were that beautiful, but lying in the wheat field with Zhao Wumian was indeed quite pleasant. She asked:
"Do you often lie there in a daze like this?"

"How could it be... Most people who do this are just pretending to be cool in front of girls, or pretending to be deep. Not many people can really feel comfortable in this atmosphere."

"What kind are you?"

"neither."

"Hmm?" Zi Yi nasally said and looked at him curiously.

"Didn't I say before that I just want to stay with you for a while... This way I won't feel lonely, nor will I feel anxious about wasting time. It will be comfortable at the same time."

Zi Yi was slightly startled, turned her little face away, and raised her hand to comb the hair behind her that was caught in the wheat field.

"rhetoric."

"I'm telling the truth, but you think it's just flowery talk... It seems like you like me saying this."

Zhao Wumian held the straw in his mouth and used his teeth to move it up and down slightly.

"Whatever you think..." The girl in purple couldn't help but pinch a strand of hair in front of her shoulder, hooked the hair with her fingertips and wrapped it around her fingers.

"But only little girls like to hear you say these things."

"You mean... you also admit that you are old?"

Zi Yi scooped up a handful of dirt from the wheat field next to him and threw it hard at Zhao Wumian.

The movements were a bit intense, and Zhao Wumian looked at her snow-white thighs exposed under her cloak.

The woman in purple raised her eyebrows slightly. Not only did she not cover anything, but she stretched out one leg openly, with her legs at 90 degrees. She even lifted her embroidered shoes in the air and then drew circles in the air. Her small movements were extremely seductive.

The moonlight fell on her legs, and her skin seemed to be glowing with a layer of light. The curve at her knees was graceful, and even Zhao Wumian, who was used to seeing beauties, was moved.

"Didn't you say that I'm an old woman? Why? My Lord, do you like old women's legs? Your taste is a bit strong."

Zi Yi asked with a half-smile, his words full of sarcasm.

"What's wrong with liking someone older? I want you to apologize to Zhu Jianshen!"

Zhu Jianshen, an emperor of the Ming Dynasty, only loved one woman in his life... Wan Zhen'er, who was seventeen years older than him.

"I don't know him." But Zi Yi had no interest in Zhu Jianshen at all. She just glanced at Zhao Wumian with a provocative look in her eyes.

"Call me sister and I'll touch your legs."

"Really? Sis."

Zi Yi stood there in a daze, his provocative expression frozen on the spot. He had not expected that Zhao Wumian, a martial arts master and a marquis of the imperial court, would be so... lacking in dignity and integrity.

What kind of integrity is needed when flirting with your own wife... Zhao Wumian has called Xiao Yuanmu "sister" many times and has long been desensitized to this word.

Zhao Wumian was so straightforward that Zi Yi was a little at a loss. She subconsciously put down her beautiful legs that were stretched out towards the night sky and fell into Zhao Wumian's eyes, and wrapped them tightly with her cloak.

Her expression softened immediately, no longer showing the same expression as before, but instead shrank back timidly, "You, what are you doing..."

Zhao Wumian moved a little closer, and his hand fell on Zi Yi's thigh through the cloak.

"You want to break your promise?"

"You, you..." Zi Yi felt the warmth of Zhao Wumian's palm and was at a loss for a moment. She instinctively clamped her legs together, then gritted her teeth, turned her head away, and didn't look at him, nor speak.

But the woman's silence is actually an answer.

Zhao Wumian's hand slipped into the cloak. Looking from the outside, one could see a trace of a palm inside, sliding from the thigh to the calf, and then from the calf to the thigh, over and over again.

"You can't touch enough, can you?"

Zi Yi couldn't stand the stimulation, so she clenched her teeth and squeezed out a few words.

Zhao Wumian raised his fingertips and touched her chin, turning her pretty face. Her purple lips were tightly pressed together, moist and red, and a few strands of hair playfully ran onto her lips.

Beautiful eyes stared at him.

Zhao Wumian didn't care about Zi Yi's bluffing. He brushed the hair off her lips and couldn't help but say another sentence.

"you're so beautiful."

Zi Yi said nothing.

Zhao Wumian moved closer.

boo~
After a brief kiss, Zhao Wumian lay back on the microphone, his hands no longer carelessly touching her legs.

Zi Yi wiped her red lips with her sleeve. She didn't feel any resistance, but she felt her body was tense.

The two lay side by side in the wheat field, looking up at the night sky.

The moon had moved out of their sight and buried in the wheat at some point, but the sky was filled with bright stars, giving people the illusion that there must be a star in the sky watching them.

Sparks were slowly floating in the night sky, and it was obvious that the fire on Cangshan Mountain was becoming more and more fierce.

"There is Mars in the sky." Zi Yi said while lying down.

"Saw."

"It would be nice if I could have such a big fight with you again... Setting fire to the mountain was something I never dared to think of before, but with the zombies chasing us, there's nothing we can do, right?"

"Yeah, there's nothing we can do about it." Zhao Wumian agreed with a smile.

Zi Yi also showed a lovely smile, "I can burn the mountain with peace of mind."

Zhao Wumian asked: "Besides continuing to make trouble in the martial arts world with me, do you have any other wishes?"

"I will completely refine the innate all-poison body for you."

"Why are you so obsessed with this physique?"

“This is not mine… it’s my mother’s obsession. She is a poison doctor, and she always dreams about the legendary Innate All-Poison Body. This is her life’s work. The Innate All-Poison Body is to my mother as much as the Dragon Gu is to Zhu Jiutian.

Caicai was also left to me by her, saying that it complements the innate poison body. When the poison body is fully developed, Caicai can also grow completely and become the strongest Gu in the world. If it bites Wu Kui, he will be crippled if not killed."

Zi Yi seldom mentioned her past to Zhao Wumian, so Zhao Wumian couldn't help but look at her a little more.

The hair on Zi Yi's forehead fluttered in the evening breeze. When she mentioned her mother, her expression was very proud, with a childlike show-off and pride.

But Zhao Wumian knew that her mother was dead.

He didn't want to spoil Zi Yi's mood by talking about this sad thing any more, so he smiled and said, "Why not ask about my wish?"

"Yours?" Zi Yi squinted at him, "Isn't it just about collecting beauties from all over the world? How many wives do you plan to marry? Twenty, thirty, or the more the better?"

"There are obviously not many women in the world who are prettier than you."

Zi Yi couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, but she didn't want Zhao Wumian to know that she was happy in her heart, so she frowned.

"So there are women prettier than me?"

"Yes, I have."

"Who?"

"You must have inherited it from my mother-in-law whom I never met."

Zi Yi smiled again. She liked others praising her mother. "You haven't told me what your wish is yet."

"Like you, I have also cultivated the innate all-poison body. Otherwise, I would have died."

"Just for this? You are not someone who is afraid of death." Zi Yi didn't believe it at all.

"After I cultivate my poisonous body, I can worship heaven and earth with you and enter the bridal chamber." Zhao Wumian answered honestly.

Zi Yi seemed to be so angry that she laughed, "You only know how to revolve around women every day. Is there any martial arts master like you in the world?"

"You're not looking forward to it?" Zhao Wumian asked back, then said:
"Anyway, for me, there are many ways to improve my strength, and I don't have to be limited to the innate poison body... I cultivated this physique, in the beginning, it was definitely to survive, but later on, I just wanted to marry you."

Zi Yi stopped talking.

Zhao Wumian did not continue flirting with her, and the two of them fell silent for a while.

The evening breeze from the wheat field blows on your face, with a unique smell of wheat.

"It's the smell of autumn." said Zhao Wumian.

Then he stood up and brushed off the weeds and dust on his body, "Let's go back. Sister Xiangzhu must have been up all night waiting for me to come back. Don't let her wait anxiously."

The first person to lie down was Zhao Wumian, and the one who was anxious to go back was Ziyi. But at this moment, Zhao Wumian wanted to go back, but Ziyi continued to lie in the wheat field, her pretty face in the moonlight, with a touching expression.

She raised her hand and gently pulled the corner of Zhao Wumian's clothes, while with her other hand, she covered her eyes with a bit of uneasiness and shyness.

"The world is here, and I am here too..."

Zhao Wumian even forgot how to breathe.

"Didn't you say no?"

"I'm just guessing... You, you try it..."

Whoosh————

The wheat tips sway in the wind like waves.

By the time Zhao Wumian reacted, he was already kneeling in front of Zi Yi. He raised his hand to lift up his cloak, and his palm slid along his calf, and finally his fingertips hooked onto his underwear.

Although Zi Yi has a sharp tongue, he is completely inexperienced in this area and knows nothing. He just lies obediently in the wheat field.

rustle----

As soon as the sound of fabric rubbing against the skin of legs was heard, there was a pause.

Zhao Wumian was obviously staring in a trance, until Ziyi couldn't stand Zhao Wumian's direct gaze anymore and stopped, so she kicked him lightly with her embroidered shoes, which made him react.

rustle----

After the sound died down, Zhao Wumian put the warm cloth in his arms and slowly leaned over.

Zi Yi released the small hand that was covering Meiye's eyes, and instead tightly grasped Zhao Wumian's back. Then she suddenly exerted force, making several holes in Zhao Wumian's clothes on his back.

She groaned in pain, but her tone was very scared. Her breathing inevitably quickened a little and she asked blankly.

"Have you had your wedding night yet?"

"How is that possible? I just held the door open for a while, but I haven't passed through yet..."

Zhao Wumian fell silent before he finished speaking.

"Huh? Why, why don't you say anything..."

Zi Yi's breathing was still rapid, but she sensed something was wrong. She pushed Zhao Wumian away a little, but found that although Zhao Wumian's eyes were open, he kept his mouth shut.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, then Zi Yi chuckled, covering her red lips with her sleeves. Her pretty face still had a bit of blush, making her smile very charming.

"It seems that my guess is correct..."

Zi Yi carefully laid Zhao Wumian down and took his pulse.

Zhao Wumian's current state was the same as when he first saw Zi Yi.

Although it has a high resistance to poison, it still couldn't withstand the toxicity and was unable to move. But it was not a big deal, just let Caicai take a bite.

Caicai had escaped a disaster and was already exhausted. She was now sleeping cross-legged in the sleeves of her purple dress.

Zhao Wumian looked at the cuffs of the purple clothes.

Hurry up and call Bai Suzhen out to detoxify him.

Zi Yi turned her beautiful eyes and glanced downward.

"You've been poisoned, why are you still..."

After Zhao Wumian was poisoned, his entire body felt numb and stiff like a corpse, and it seemed as if his blood and energy had solidified.

This is probably the reason.

But the reason was not important. Zi Yi suddenly gave up the idea of ​​detoxifying Zhao Wumian. Her beautiful eyes rolled around, and her look was like that of a condescending empress, which made Zhao Wumian think that he had seen Luo Chaoyan.

Zi Yi squatted down, propping her chin with her hands, "How rare! The famous Wei Ming Hou is letting me control him at will."

Zhao Wumian didn't care about Zi Yi's ridicule... As soon as Zi Yi squatted down, his eyes uncontrollably looked at her legs.

Seeing Zhao Wumian's eyes, Zi Yi sneered, stood up and took off her embroidered shoes, then her little feet in white socks suddenly moved downwards, flattened the towering wheat stalks, and twisted them lightly left and right, as if taking revenge.

"Now it has fallen into my hands..."

Zi Yi knew where the man's weakness was, and originally wanted to teach Zhao Wumian a lesson, but unexpectedly saw a hint in Zhao Wumian's eyes, um...

Zi Yi didn't know how to describe it, but it didn't feel like torture at all.

She knew that although Zhao Wumian was unable to move, he had not lost his five senses.

Whatever I could feel before, I can feel now.

Zi Yi's pretty face blushed, but she had an idea.

She took out a handkerchief from her bosom and covered Zhao Wumian's eyes.

Zhao Wumian:?

Following closely, Zi Yi retracted her little feet, raised her hand to smooth the straw again, and as soon as she let go, she was about to sit down, but then she realized something was wrong, and her brows slightly frowned, as she was almost pricked.

She didn't dare let go and had to keep holding on to the straw so that she could sit safely in the wheat field.

Zi Yi smiled proudly.

Wheat needs to be ground before it can be eaten.

The wheat fields sway gently back and forth with the evening breeze, creating the unique rhythm of autumn.

There is no up and down sway, only forward and backward and left and right...

When the two returned to Dali, it was indeed late at night. However, even when they arrived at the Dali Imperial City, Ziyi did not help Zhao Wumian detoxify.

Zhao Wumian's face was pale, and it was not known whether it was because of his serious injuries or because of the rubbing of Zi Yi. In any case, the fact that he could not move really scared the little princess.

But when Luo Xiangzhu heard Zi Yi say that he was fine and just needed to rest for a night, he felt relieved.

She helped Zhao Wumian lie down on the couch, her nose moving slightly. She looked at Zhao Wumian in confusion and smelled a familiar scent.

The little mute knew that Zi Yi and Zhao Wu Mian would not be able to make it, and that it would only be the two of them going out for a while, so Zi Yi could not help herself and reached out her hand...

Luo Xiangzhu was born into a noble family and did not take such matters seriously. Like Su Qingqi, she did not care about Zhao Wumian taking a concubine or anything like that.

It is normal for men to have three wives and four concubines. With Zhao Wumian's status, if there is only one marquis' wife like Luo Xiangzhu in the future, both of them will be criticized.

There is no doubt that Marquis Weiming is afraid of his wife and his wife is narrow-minded, so there is bound to be a lot of gossip like this.

Luo Xiangzhu didn't care about it. He took out the hot meals and dishes he had prepared, let Zhao Wumian lean on his shoulder, and after he finished eating, he took off his shoes and socks and got into bed with Zhao Wumian.

She had indeed waited for almost a whole night and was indeed tired. She rested her little face on Zhao Wumian's shoulder and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Wumian's eyes were still a little dazed. After he came to his senses, he wanted to hug Luo Xiangzhu, but now he couldn't move and could only lie flat.

But he obviously couldn't sleep tonight...

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Sugu, not pushing, just entered a little bit and was poisoned... I haven't reached Ziyi's personal line yet
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